It's a still-life watercolor Of a now-late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtain lace And shadows （ ）the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book （ ） That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of （ ） Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said Can （ ）be worthwhile? Is the theater really dead? And how the room has softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives
It's a still-life watercolor Of a now-late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtain lace And shadows （wash ）the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book （markers ） That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of （rhythm ） Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said Can （ analysis ）be worthwhile? Is the theater really dead? And how the room has softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives
And shadows （wash ）the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book（markers ） That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of （rhythm ） Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said
It's a still-life watercolor Of a now-late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtain lace And shadows （ wash）the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book （ markers ） That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of （ rhythm ） Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said Can （ ）be worthwhile? Is the theater really dead? And how the room has softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives
It's a still-life watercolor Of a now-late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtain lace And shadows （wash ）the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book （ marker ） That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of （rhyme ） Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said Can （analysis ）be worthwhile? Is the theater really dead? And how the room has softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives
It's a still-life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows （ ）the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book （ ）
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of （ ）
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can （ ）be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room has softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives
第一次听这首歌，是在颤音兄发在美坛的小说里。很好听的一首歌。附上链接和中文歌词。
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《悬摆着的对话》
翻译：颤音
一幅水彩静物
画着已近黄昏的下午
阳光透过窗帘的蕾丝
房里洒满阴影
我们坐下喝着咖啡
蜷缩在我们的淡漠里， 就像岸上的贝壳
你听到海洋的咆哮
在悬摆着的对话里
在肤浅的叹息里
我们生活的界限
你读着艾米莉迪金森
我读着罗伯特弗罗斯特
用书签标记读到的地方
那也测量着我们的失落
就像一首糟糕的诗
在切分的节奏里
我们是无律的诗节
是无韵的对句
被悬摆着的对话
和肤浅的叹息
我们生活的界限
是的， 我们讲着需要关注的事
说着必须说出的话
“分析值得吗？”
“戏剧真地死了吗？”
而房间怎么就柔缓地褪去
而我只吻到你的影子， 触不到你的手
此刻陌生的你
丢失在悬摆着的对话里
在肤浅的叹息里
在我们生活的界限里
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washed， marks， rhythm ，an analysis
The answer is very close.
It's a still-life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows （wash ）the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book （markers ）
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of （rhythm ）
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can （ analysis ）be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room has softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives
1, wash
2, markers
3, rhythm
4, analysis
And shadows （wash ）the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book（markers ）
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of （rhythm ）
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can (analysis/analyses) be worthwhile?
And it was said Paul had some grudges against him because of that :) Paul wrote almost all their songs.
Garfunkel's well-known for his angelic voice.
这歌还真没听过，谢谢分享！
试交作业：wash, markers. rhyme, analysis
Happy Wednesday
which voice is Paul's and which one is Art's.
我以前去看过Garfunkel的个人演唱会，那时他已经六十多了， 声音还是不错的。
I don't want to be a wet blanket, but I really don't think this is going to work.
It's a still-life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows （ wash）the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book （ markers ）
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of （ rhythm ）
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can （ ）be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room has softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives
It's a still-life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows （wash ）the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book （ marker ）
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of （rhyme ）
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can （analysis ）be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room has softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives
wash/marks/ribbon/analysis
我也是卡在第三个了。：）
1, wash
2, markers
3, rhythm
4, analysis